Fleeting moments continue to expand as they hurry past
us, not able to stop or pause to take a breath.
Turntables of life continue to spin and rotate with or
without our permission on any given day.
Leaving us at liberty’s discretion whenever we think
about our future’s – past or present.
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Thoughts of bluened light unfold before my mind, allowing
Rambling on poetical paths, awakening deeply held beliefs, holding them up to be looked at differently – new facets appearing with every blink of an eye.Luxurious meanings roll out like a red carpet, holdingvarious ideas from interior inspiration, creating a worldonly one can live in.
Crushed beneath the weight of creativity, enjoying it’s magnitude, playing with my imagination, carefully preserving every second of it in glory.
Sliding across the sky, no voice to interpret clamoring words and thoughts into poetry.Silently being chosen and gathered into many lines of written words, poems are collected into tomes.Unaware of the world, too busy interiorly to notice anything going on.Hiding behind golden and orange clouds at dusk, I peacefully follow paths of my own creativity.
Lighting viewpoints while scratching the surface of my mind, expressing ideas I’ve been hiding for so long.
Meaning being elicited from within my heart and soul, hopefully touching others on their solo journeys as we all grow forward in life, getting closer to our endings.Exchanging a plethora of information of ourselves, we still have no idea who we are in each other’s minds.Our endings still not explaining anything about where we’ve been…
Walking up a mountain, noticing rock formations,
of their pictures into my mind, giving it wonderfuldetail and imaginative styles of my own.
Tacit feelings unfolding slowly from beneath coverlets of sorrow, scented with death’s meanings, not clearly defined on earth.
Hoping to last long enough to see grandchildren grow and mature before having to leave earth’s existence for a final time.